Novel & Cerita Edgar Skins

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“Please, go ahead. You’ll have to forgive us. We’re all a little…jumpy today.” “It’s okay, I understand,” he says, giving me a broad smile and lighting his cigarette. As he concentrates on his lighter, I take him in. He’s tall, for a Beta, almost Victor’s height, with wavy black hair and swarthy skin. His nose is a little too large, but it suits his broad, well-intentioned face. I smile back at him. “What’s your name?” “Edgar,” he says, tossing me a salute. “Beta Edgar, at you service.”

Once freed, Edgar dashed out, hoping Reno hadn't caught up to Leo and Alana yet. Two months ago, Edgar received word that Reno was planning a major project in the country where he currently resided. Edgar was originally from Indonesia, but after his conflict with Leo's father and deciding to move to Italy and continue his business there, he decided to expand his business in Italy. Reno suddenly contacted him to collaborate, offering him a role as one of the investors for a project to develop a casino and nightclub in Italy, which made Edgar furrow his brow.

The real game walked toward him five minutes later. Edgar Page. Old money. Older schemes. The kind of man who looked like he was born with a lawyer in one hand and a will in the other. Sharp, measured steps. A tailored charcoal suit that whispered power. Silver hair slicked back. Polished cane.....more for show than support. “Zogo,” Edgar greeted with that politician’s smile.....wide and utterly empty. “It’s been far too long. I trust you’re enjoying the evening?” Zogo shifted slightly, glass still untouched. His voice was level, almost bored.

Officer Smith asks, staring at me and believing that I'm a extra-terrestrial. "Mwen fenk soti nan magazen likè a epi mwen tounen lakay mwen. Non, mwen pa etranje oswa mwen gen yon maladi po. Mwen te fèt ak koulè po sa a ak tout fanmi mwen genyen li. (I just came from the liquor store and I'm heading back home. No, I'm not an alien or have a skin condition. I was born with this skin color and my whole family has it.)" I explain myself to the officers.

I raised my head up slowly to find Edgar's face sticking in the narrowly opened door of my office. "Apparently." I shrugged. "What do you want?" Edgar let himself in fully and shut the door softly. "It's not me who wants something this time, it's pack business." Edgar sat on the chair in front of me and crossed his legs. He opened the clipped documents in his hand, placing it in front of me, he said "I was in the lowlands all day, yesterday and this morning. I think I found something which might interest you."

"How did you know?" one of the men exclaimed, reaching for the stun baton in his pocket. Debra casually touched the crest on their chests. "The logo is wrong. Be more careful with your forgeries." She turned around and raised her voice. "I'm already here, Mr. Odom. Why don't you come out with Miss Eaton? We'll have a little chat." Soon, a figure emerged from the abandoned factory. In just half a month, Edgar had become extremely haggard. His face was covered in stubble. His hair was disheveled, and his shirt was dirty.

Edgar said after Elissa refused him. "Yes!" replied Elissa. She secretly smiled, too. It had been almost a month since she heard her husband's voice. And now, when Elissa's ears and body felt Edgar's attention again, Elissa could not keep her smile. "I don't want your skin covered with millions of skincare dollars to get hurt. It's a shame for the money," continued Edgar. Elissa, who heard it, was dumbfounded. What did Edgar say? He didn't want Elissa to get hurt because she covered her skin with millions of dollars of skin care. How annoying.

He made a copy of Edgar's data and created a fake ID for his son to facilitate their mission. Without significant obstacles, Edgar and Martin successfully entered the club. Edgar’s appearance that night gave no impression of a high school student; his tall, athletic build was complemented by a sleek black suit from a high-end brand, and his slicked-back undercut hairstyle exuded masculinity and class. Martin surveyed the surroundings, trying to locate the secret door that would lead them to the special auction room, as per the information Kingston provided. While waiting for Martin’s cue, Edgar was surrounded by women and omega men, all mesmerized by his looks.

Behind him, gift piles to the ceiling; backdrop screamed old money. "A trillion-plus in shares!" Edgar yanked at his tie, eyes gone feral, barking laughs. "Well played." "Ha ha ha~" His wild cackles echoed off the walls.